halcyon
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Dancing around the kitchen with Maggie the other day to Orbital's second album and hearing her squeals of delight, I'm taken back to Cambridge, nine years ago. I'd enticed Jack over there from Wellington on the grounds, among many other compelling arguments, that he'd stand a better chance of catching the lads live in the UK than back in NZ. Turned out I was right: weeks after his arrival, we went to see them play the Cambridge Corn Exchange, and I'll never forget glancing at Jack during the gig and seeing this huge, joyful grin. No wonder he married me, eh? Eight years today. Happy anniversary, dear.
2 Comments:
EIGHT years?! I can't believe that I've known you guys for just under 8 years now. And then you bugger off and move back to NZ.
Oh wait. This isn't about me.
Happy anniversary!!
P.S. Please tell Jack that 8 years is not the laundry basket anniversary.
We use that laundry basket every day. Every day, I tell you.